Dear Friends,
Your wrongspeak is an issue,
Don’t go crying in your tissue,
The hand will come down,
A jack booted clown,
Coming to the despot’s rescue.
Look at the elite and you will see,
Immature children and the BBC,
A corrupt little bunch,
On our Rights they munch,
And their rotten burps smell of tyranny.
The powerful in Britain are on a streak,
Getting caught up in corruption’s reek,
The narrative moves,
This just proves,
Law serves the strong at cost to the weak.
Elitist theory explains it best,
Outsiders are resisted lest,
They come to power,
Elite’s milk goes sour,
And they lose their cushy nest.
Bureaucracy creates the worst ________,
In-human hearted and dark of ________,
For power they _______,
And use it like a ________,
Yielding only evil is what you’ll _______.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
